Well, we went out late last night drinking beer and tellin lies, it was a normal routine for me and the guys. We were havin a ball til some old fella started yackin his jaws. Yeah, I think he was jealous cause his girlfriend couldn't keep my name out of her mouth. Well, he flipped me the bird when he walked by. The next thing I knew, we were fighting outside
Yeah and now I'm sittin in the county jail, hope somebody comes to pay my bail. I shouldn't have been raising so much hell, but you know how I do. And my back hurts, yeah, and so does my head, there ain't nothin soft about a jail house band. I'm climbing the walls going crazy in this little cell. Oo yeah, in the county jail, oh yeah
Well they took my pants and they took my boots, gave me orange flip flops and an orange jump suit that was probably around four sizes too big. And then they brought us breakfast on a little white tray. It was ice cold grits and hard pancakes and a piece of bologna so tough I think it chipped my tooth. Well, now all I can do is think about how the hell am I gonna get out?
Yeah, I'm sittin in the county jail, hope somebody comes to pay my bail. I shouldn't have been raising so much hell, but you know how I do. And one thing I've learned is true, is there ain't nothin tasty about jail house food. My stomach hurts, oh man, I don't feel too well. Oo yeah, in the county jail, oh yeah
Well there ain't much to do except for stare at the wall. Hell, I just remembered I've got one phone call
"I'm sittin in the county jail. Momma, please come and pay my bail. I stayed out late raising too much hell and you know how I do. Well, one thing I've learned is true, is don't mess around with the boys in blue. They'll pepper spray you and that stuff burns like hell. Oo yeah, in the county jail, oh yeah. Oo yeah, please momma come and pay my bail, for real."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
